Just because Phoebe was now a woman, a very attractive brunette in fact, didn't mean that she was in any way more stupid than she had been before. Maybe less risk averse, but that also meant that she aware of the risks.
Phoebe went back to her experiment involving that infatuated super-symbiote. As she started her work on and thought about her plans, Phoebe felt a warmth spread to her crotch. Smiling at the oh so pleasant feeling, her hands slipped down between her legs.
Shivers went down her spine while she massaged her new folds. Despite never having done this before, Phoebe knew instinctively what to do and did she do it well! In mere moments her pristine clit was swollen and begging for attention, attention that Phoebe was only too willing to provide. She was teasing herself, pinching, twirling and rubbing her clit and getting more and more excited with each passing moment. One hand started massaging her nether lips and while that wasn't as... intense, it was pleasant still.
Phoebe felt herself climbing higher and higher on the wave of she was riding and soon she was dripping wet. Without thinking about it, she put her middle finger inside herself, first rubbing her inner flesh and enjoying the feeling of penetration she so ached for, and then she started thrusting her finger in and out. Gasps of pleasure escaped her mouth and she was thankful that MJ would be gone for a few more hours. There was no shame in her, only the desire to indulge herself more. She propped her right leg on the desk in front of her, trying to reach her delicious snatch better.
Sprawled across her office chair and masturbating furiously in front of her Master PC to her dirty fantasies made Phoebe feel like a wanton slut. Only, instead of feeling embarrassed at that she only felt egged on by it and pushed another finger inside her twat. As she approached her climax, her mind was blanking and she thrusted her fingers in and out more forcefully. When she finally came a silent scream erupted from her throat and stars danced across her vision. Her muscles seized up and slacked and she was spread limp across the chair, more lying than sitting.
Phoebe had never had such an explosive orgasm as a man. She realized that this was also because she made sure that she would enjoy being a woman, but still! And 'explosive' wasn't just hyperbole either. Her panties were drenched and the leather cushion of her office chair slick with her juices. That wasn't something every woman did, MJ never had drenched him when she came. Getting up to get rid of her underwear, Phoebe also got a towel and spread it across the cusion. She didn't plan on sitting in her own cum, for a lack of better term. Absentmindedly she tasted the liquid, but found it sadly bland.
As she returned to the PC, Phoebe felt a bit spent. That reminded her that spider-like attributes or not, she would still tire. And if this was her day off, that simply wouldn't do. The tab with her attributes was still open, so she made sure she was refreshed and could go longer before getting tired. There was the option of eliminating fatigue entirely, but that was boring. Exhaustedly basking in the afterglow had an allure of its own. After a bit of thought Phoebe also increased her sex-drive and sensitivity further. What would be the harm in having fun? She had been such a worry-wart before. A look downwards gave her a kinky idea. Her juices hadn't been too tasty and she had two ideas how to change that. Either she made it so that her cum tasted great or that any such fluid would taste great to her. Giggling she decided to go for both.
Now Phoebe had to decide what to do with the symbiote. Well, first she made a copy of the only theoretically existing merged symbiote between the Venom and Carnage symbiote. It was contained in a large container with an unbreakable glass window. The power of the Master PC was incredible. It was also not a retroactive merger, so the being was just a mass of rage right now.
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